[Verse 1: ask the storyteller]

Golden child turning opportunities into problem ones

I wrote songs about monkeys thinking I was poppin sumn

I was popping off now I'm dropping bars about glarketing

The marketing go off - I set up myself up to 2pac of this

The apocalypse can’t come sooner the way the slop I consume it

I let it consume me harboring feelings of hatred for carbonation

I mean its hardly a secret

I wear my heart up on my chest

I'm thinking I'm addicted

I’m think that I'm obsessed

[Chorus: ask the storyteller]

Yeah I got brainrot

I got too much on my mind

Yeah I got brainrot

And it weighs up on my mind

They talkin' bout the coffee, the glizzy, the cocaine

Thinking bits up all the time

Yeah I got brainrot

And that's fine

And that's fine

[Verse 2: ask the storyteller]

The neural impulses don't fire like they should

Medulla oblongata need super gluetamate

'Cause I've been sounding sniffling on glue

The glia need some fresh avacado and super foods to tighten bonds

Axons playing monkey in the meadow

Presynaptic responses turn to Kai Cenat, AMP references

Smoking on that crack rock heightened inhibitions

Need some epinephrine logic feeling higher pressure

Or maybe its all just to hide depression

There’s safety in stupidity that EEGs don’t measure

They said that CBT that therapy would make me feel better

But there's something ’bout glizzies that helps me forget her

[Chorus: ask the storyteller & dropspindle]

Yeah I got brainrot

Too much on my mind

Yeah I got brainrot

And it weighs up on my mind

The coffee, the glizzies, the cocaine

Thinking bits up all the time

Yeah I got brainrot

And that's fine

[Verse 3: ask the storyteller]

I do this shit to detox

To tell my brain it can take a break kick back and take some leave off The dirt off my shoulders like timbaland beat box

My heart (beat) I need some adenosine - stat doc

Dr. Dre a homeopath, he got that chronic green

Dr. Oz sold me some snake oil on the TV screen

Dr. K said he just wanna talk

But JBP told said to clean my room, dot my i's and cross my t's

Philosophies and Socrates like cacophonies

Fuck that noise, all these memes are what I need

I am who am I am, I’m not what I'm not

One day you'll live my dreams and see

I got brainrot

[Chorus: ask the storyteller & dropspindle]

Yeah I got brainrot

Too much on my mind

Yeah I got brainrot

And it weighs up on my mind

The coffee, the glizzies, the cocaine

Thinking bits up all the time

Yeah I got brainrot

And that's fine